The World Waits

There is almost 7 billion people on this planet, with about 3 hundred million in the United States. It's a weird concept to think that our population continues to rise and grow. There is always a new life coming into this planet. In some small town or large city, or in some different country or area, there is possibly a new life emerging. A small little child comes into this world and takes his or her very first breath. And yet at the same time, there is also some person dying. In this arena, age is not a factor and the causes are a wide spectrum. This world holds in such a unique balance of living and dying. It's controlled by large amounts of firsts and lasts. The first time to breathe. The first time to open the eyes. The first time to cry out. The first time to sleep. The first time to be. The last time to speak. The last time to forgive. The last time to cry. The last time to remember. The last time to breathe. The going in and out of this planet from all these people is mind blowing. We all run around with this concept how a little world, whereas in reality, this planet's population is overwhelming. So many lives exist. So many people are breathing and thinking, and living. So many people are thinking, eating, playing. So many people are laughing, fighting, or crying. All of these people are either living, dying, or beginning a new life. You got all of these people and yet, sometimes, you really can be alone. There are all of these people but you can still feel insignificant or possibly significant. There are all of these people but you may never find someone to help you. There are all these people and yet, you can be missing the ones you need. There are all these people and you might have the rights ones already. or the you might not all all. Or if neither, you may still be needing them, maybe just even one.